Thorn POV
We are having a little girl. Warmth spreads across my chest as I picture a little girl with big curls and Fawn's big beautiful eyes. I'm in so much trouble. How will I tell her no? "Are you alright, Thorn? Are you disappointed it's not a little boy," Fawn asks. I lean down and press a kiss onto her belly, which is now free of the blue gel thanks to my brother.
"Hello princess. Daddy is very excited to meet you. I was quiet because I was picturing you running around our living room with big curls and big beautiful eyes. You are going to have me wrapped around your little finger. I love you and your mommy so very much. I promise I will always protect you." A little kick against my lips has me chuckling. "I'll take that to mean she loves me too." "Of course she does," Fawn whispe
